Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.